Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Country Boy Can Survive, artist - Hank Williams Jr.. Album song That's How They Do It In Dixie - The Essential Collection, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 26.06.2006
Record label: Curb
Song language: English
A Country Boy Can Survive |
The preacher man says it’s the end of time |
And the Mississippi River she’s a goin' dry |
The interest is up and the stock market’s down |
And you only get mugged if you go downtown |
I live back in the woods, you see |
My woman and the kids, and the dogs, and me |
I got a shotgun, a rifle and a 4-wheel drive |
And a country boy can survive, country folks can survive |
I can plow a field all day long |
I can catch catfish from dusk 'til dawn |
We make our own whiskey and our own smoke, too |
Ain’t too many things these old boys can’t do |
We grow good old tomatoes and homemade wine |
And a country boy can survive, country folks can survive |
Because you can’t starve us out and you can’t make us run |
'Cause we’re them old boys raised on shotguns |
And we say grace and we say Ma’am |
If you ain’t into that we don’t give a damn |
We came from the West Virginia coal mines |
And the Rocky Mountains and the western skies |
And we can skin a buck, we can run a trotline |
And a country boy can survive, country folks can survive |
I had a good friend in New York City |
He never called me by my name, just «hillbilly» |
My grandpa taught me how to live off the land |
And his taught him to be a businessman |
He used to send me pictures of the Broadway nights |
And I’d send him some homemade wine |
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife |
For 43 dollars my friend lost his life |
I’d love to spit some beech nut in that dude’s eyes, and shoot him with my old |
'Cause a country boy can survive, country folks can survive |
'Cause you can’t starve us out and you can’t make us run |
'Cause we’re them old boys raised on shotguns |
And we say grace and we say Ma’am |
And if you ain’t into that we don’t give a damn |
We’re from North California and south Alabama |
And little towns all around this land |
And we can skin a buck, and run a trotline |
And a country boy can survive, country folks can survive |
A country boy can survive |
Country folks can survive |